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Faces of truth
by Ava Blu
for dinner, you and your family came
to this house I can never call my home
no one had told me wed have company;
I suppose they decided it was best I stayed unaware
you were late
and brought a new girlfriend along
walking in, I could see your fingers tangled in her hair
they reeked of virgin juices I had once tasted from your tongue years ago
around the table,
polite conversation kept my fork from flinging at your head
you kept staring,
but I knew your thoughts were only of the moisture between her thighs
yet you wanted me to enwrap myself around possibilities
that hadnt been spoken in years
I could have peeled the lust off your face
if only shed stop licking at your spoonful of scars
after dinner, I strolled outside
keeping animosity inside
lapses in judgment,
moments of weakness,
drove me to lay with you in the grass
fingers twirled in my hair,
I still smelled her
stroking the one tear I allowed for your ownership,
you whisper how much love there is for me
I know the windows have fogged from her desperate watching
as you tug at my bottom lip, and passionately devour my throat
I let you have your moment
then send you back home with her.
11/10/2005 Author's Note: Once again my dreams become words I have to get out. Yes, all of this was in a dream; no reality except for the faces.[I welcome suggestions, especially with the title]
Posted on 11/11/2005
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 11/15/05 at 02:02 AM This is actually a very striking piece. I especially like the detached tone of voice it's written in. I don't usually pay enough attention to titles, but since you mention it, maybe this one doesn't fit. I'd take a line from the poem, like "of virgin juices" or "the windows have fogged", but that's just me. Either way, I really like this poem. |
| Posted by Elle O'Connor on 11/16/05 at 02:55 AM I'd call it "Sometimes, One in the Hand Gets You Two Bushes." But that's just me. |
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